My Brothers Keeper, Pt. 2

BandGang Lonnie Bands - Rap, Hip-Hop
My Brothers Keeper, Pt. 2
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Duration: 2:32
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[Intro] (Ayy, Dawson, gang, you worldwide) I get deep in my feelings thinkin' 'bout [?] Get my check to the neck, these niggas faker than the lashes on women Motor City villain (Ayy), we shoot first, fuck that politickin' (Fuck that politickin') I ain't stressed, I'm so depressed, my temple got a bullet in it Got a bulletproof vest and never stepped a foot in it My peoples say I rap the best, they think that I'm the mil' ticket Every day, I battle demons, mind and body feel different [Verse] I wanna say, "Fuck this rap" and hop back in the field with it They gon' blamе a nigga anyway when this shit finished I've been pourin' drank for thе pain and crushin' pills in it I hope that the other side don't snitch before I kill niggas I got real PTSD Tuh, this shit deeper than exotic, huh I got cursed from the family tree Man, I think somebody got a voodoo doll of me I've been lonely tryna shake a bad drug habit My baby girl the only reason I ain't in a straitjacket Lookin' at Lennie like that 'posed to be me in that casket My heart skipped when Kelly asked, "Where God, daddy?" Mentally sick, I'll never really be happy I know these bitches never had my back like my mammy I know these niggas wanna stab me in my back badly I know the opps think it's over and it's fine and dandy They ain't learn you get burned, you go against the scamily Auntie want me to go to church, but they don't understand me I kicked my BM to the curb, she couldn't understand me I do a bitch don't wanna work, wanna raise a family Was at my lowest and the ones close tried to ban me Tryna stay focused, but I'm inches close to crashin' Devil want my soul even more I stopped dancin' Gotta clear my soul, I'm lost and I'm a drug addict I've been livin' like a ghost and these spirits be callin' me Tryna stay afloat even though that it bother me I hope my music blow, took everything out of me Havin' flashbacks bein' broke, doin' robberies School of hard knocks, graduated criminology I don't owe a nigga shit, no, no apologies If I don't know shit, I know Diddy proud of me If I don't know shit, I know Lenny proud of me [Chorus] I'm my brother's keeper Hey I'm my brother's keeper Hey, hey I'm my brother brother He knew I'd get it My brother brother Fuckin' died in prison My cousin cousin My cousin cousin Huh, I lost my right and my left hand, nigga
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- Producers
- Daw$on